I met a wild-eyed woman in a bathroom line. We smiled and had a banal conversation about waiting for a toilet. I decided to liven things up.
"Want me to tell your fortune?" I asked. Her wild eyes turned curious and happy. We suddenly hit the actual ladied room and time was running out.
"Your right knee hurts. Be careful," I warned.
"No, no, no. It's my left knee," she said, with a look. I knew that look well. It's the old "you aren't REALLY a psychic 'cause you got this one wrong." Meanwhile, I had the right body part but a mirror image of it. Off we went into opposite stalls. I washed my hands and dashed out the door. There she stood with a huge grin.
"You were right," she said, "it IS my right leg. It just hurt."
I sure can understand a freebie doubting me, but someone who pays me and then has "no, no, no" as their operative response just wears me out. Whenever I complain about the "no, no, no" people to my friend Michele, she tells me, "Remember the blue house." Years ago I told a co-worker who was house hunting that she would know the right house when she found the blue one.
"I HATE blue. No, no, no," she said. The next month, she ran up to me and screamed about a house she loved but every single room was painted blue.
My other "no, no, no" clients send me emails. "You were right, I am sorry I doubted you," they write. Or maybe, "I figured out the guy you were talking about when I got home and received an email from my ex-fiance!"
I cannot blame them. Love, pity, desire, anger, psychic ability. None can be proven.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
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